Chapter 1438
anwhile, Chloe Collins and the two others arrived at her ho in Orlando, the mont they just stepped in through the door.
Wanda Wesley was quiet the whole ti, not making trouble or noise. She just wanted to go to the Harmony Complex silently.
Chloe held her hand tight to calm her down.
After entering the house, Layla Lowell took her to wash her hands and face, trying to say things that might awaken her mory.
Now, it seems more accurate to describe her as a soulless puppet rather than to say she has amnesia, her eyes are dull and empty, occasionally speaking a few words.
This is the aftermath of the drug injections. Chloe wants to take her back to the capitol for better treatnt.
It’s been a long ti since they’ve been here. The last ti was when she and Wanda Wesley ca here for a chemistry competition, which was almost four years ago.
Yet it’s spotlessly clean, clearly, soone has been maintaining it regularly.
That was usually Milton White who helped her manage.
Thinking of Milton White, her mind is like a cluttered ball of yarn, the more she untangles, the more chaotic it gets.
Her phone rings.
She glanced at it, it’s Charles Carrington.
"Chloe Collins, my wife’s at your place, isn’t she?"
"Your wife, may I know who she is?" She replied, the corner of her eye lifting.
"Don’t play with . I saw the news, she got into a fight again, didn’t she? How is she? Is she hurt?"
"You’ll have to ask her in person."
"I want to, but she’s not answering my calls. I’m leaving now, give your address."
Chloe didn’t say it directly. Instead, she just looked at the night view outside the French windows, saying, "The Pearl Tower is so close, it’s beautiful."
Then she hung up.
Charles Carrington understood imdiately and quickly called Alexander Foster.
"Alex, where is the house your wife owns in Pearl Tower?"
The scene then switches back to Chloe Collins.
Just as she had ordered so fresh-cut fruits through delivery service, another call ca in.
This ti, it’s Robert Foster.
Upon receiving the call, she told him the address directly.
"I plan on taking her back to the capital, you could wait a little."
Robert Foster’s voice was heavy: "I can’t wait a second longer!"
Then there was only the dial tone.
Chloe looked towards the bathroom at the two people, her mind suddenly filled with longing for her own man.
She sent Alexander Foster a ssage.
Just a single heart.
He sent her a video call request.
Upon answering, she saw the wall behind him.
"Still at the office?"
"Just a bit more to do." He pulled the phone back a bit.
However, Chloe moved her face closer to the cara, propping up her chin as she looked at him, her smile turning soft without her realizing it.
"Didn’t you eat anything?"
"About that..."
Alexander Foster pulled the cara further back and brought over a al from the side.
"Just got it, I was about to eat."
"Go ahead and eat, don’t mind ."
Seemingly unconsciously, she drew closer to the cara. Her eyes filled with affection, but she wasn’t looking at the food, she was looking at him.
Alexander touched the screen, his voice unconsciously softening: "Have a good rest tonight, have fun with them tomorrow, and I’ll co find you the day after I finish the company business."
"Mm-hm." she nodded her chin.
"Eat this, it looks delicious." She pointed at a plate of braised pork.
Alexander played the role of her "eating broadcaster", eating and comnting on the taste.
She watched with great interest, her eyes curled with laughter, her finger occasionally stirring the screen.
Layla Lowell had long taken Wanda Wesley to the room, not to disturb the couple’s intimate mont.
After lying down in bed, she took out her phone to check it. The phone showed that five calls had just been blocked, all from Charles Carrington.
She couldn’t care less, quickly got connected with Evelyn Thompson to talk to her beloved daughter.
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